The hand on the table was warmed, Jane Anran lowered her head, and the other person's hand held her wrist tightly. The strength from the other person's fingertips inexplicably calmed her heart.
Looking up into his dark eyes, Wen Siheng nodded his head with an almost non-existent arc.
Silently, she seemed to have received the mind-reading spell from the wizard, and Jian Anran immediately understood his instructions.
Do not look back.
She didn't know who the visitor was, or whether the visitor already knew her identity.
But the other party knew Wen Siheng, and at least knew that he taught in the school. She had a hunch that if the other party discovered her identity, things would only become more and more difficult.
The corner of Wen Siheng's mouth raised his formulaic smile, just like the one he gave to himself as a student in the elevator this morning.
He nodded towards the person behind him, and after going through the process with his usual courtesy and grace, he never gave the person behind him a glimmer of the corner of his eye.
His beautiful lips opened and closed, and from a distance, he could only see that he was immediately immersed in the conversation with the people at the same table.
In fact, what Jian Anran heard was——
"The late emperor was not halfway through his career when the middle path collapsed. Today, Yizhou is suffering from fatigue and weakness. This is the time when our sincerity is in danger of survival. However, the ministers of the bodyguard are tireless at home, and the loyal people forget about themselves outside."
Good guy, are you memorizing a section of "Departure from the Master" temporarily?
She had to be impressed by Wen Siheng's on-the-spot reaction ability.
Her back was stiff and Jian Anran did not dare to move rashly.
The story of their encounter was a bit rushed, and it was only now that she noticed that she had never calmed down and listened carefully to Wen Siheng's words.
In fact, his voice is very nice, like an announcer who is not so arrogant.
The recitation of "The Master" came to an abrupt end. Jane Anran came back from the pure and mellow state, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Mary Jane shoes appearing at the table.
When I looked up, I saw that the owner of the Mary Jane shoes was smiling so hard that her eyes were crooked.
"What a coincidence. Does Mr. Wen also like this restaurant?" Her voice was so sweet that it would turn into sugar water in the next second.
"Hello, long time no see." Wen Siheng was very polite.
The temporarily relaxed heartstrings tightened again. Jian Anran felt a little unsure and turned her wrist slightly, trying to break free from Wen Siheng's hand.
Clearly feeling the force exerted on her wrist, Jian Anran raised her head and glared at Wen Siheng, who looked as calm as ever.
"Ah, is there someone across from Teacher Wen?" The girl's tone seemed to be surprised, "Hello, I am Teacher Wen's student, my name is Xiangyi."
“It’s always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.”
According to Ning Beibei's information, Wen Siheng worked in the college's research institute when he was in the UK, and it was not until Luojiang University that he taught for the first time.
If the other person is his student, isn't he a classmate of the same department?
The scale of the Architecture Department is not too large, and if the other party is interested in asking about it, their identity can be revealed immediately.
"Hello." She didn't want to reveal any personal information about herself.
Forced to be involved in social interactions, Jane Anran worked hard to squeeze out the dimples on her cheeks.
She really couldn't laugh.
After finally seeing the other person clearly, Jian Anran could be sure that she was at least not in the same class as herself.
They don't have such cute cute girls this time.
The male-to-female ratio in engineering is already seriously imbalanced. The stereotype of girls in engineering is black-rimmed glasses, jeans, backpacks, and slovenliness.
As much as I hate to admit it, this is true in most cases.
But now this adorable girl with crooked smiles and velvet ponytails hanging down to her shoulders, wearing a blue and white sailor suit, white pantyhose and Mary Jane shoes, was out of tune with most of the people present.
If placed in their department, it can even be said to be a unique existence.
If they were in the same class, the boys in the department would have already become a sensation, and it is unlikely that they have never heard of this famous figure until now.
"Who is this?" Mengmei blinked her watery eyes at the person opposite Jian Anran, "Won't you introduce me to Teacher Wen?"
Hitting a very good straight shot, she threw out her doubts perfectly.
The identity of the heroine of Peach Blossom News is about to be revealed.
Wen Siheng noticed that the face opposite him turned red and white, and looked at him for help.
"This is my old friend."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Anran twisted Wen Siheng's wrist with her other hand.
Obviously she was not satisfied with this answer.
Feeling a little pained, Wen Siheng looked down at his red wrist, nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
"Old friend?" This statement immediately aroused the curiosity of the cute girl.
"Yes." Wen Siheng immediately killed the other party's chance to ask further questions, "Then we'll see you at school."
Noticing that Jian Anran's expression on the opposite side was getting worse and worse, his rare desire to play was satisfied, and he immediately ordered the cute girl to be kicked out.
The waiter served the meal in a timely manner. Jian Anran looked like she was living on an isolated island and saw a passing ship, waving a red flag for help with her eyes.
She must send a thank you letter to the waiter in the mailbox of Hotel H when she goes back.
"Ah, it's already this late, I'm so sorry," the cute girl said in a long voice, "I'm so happy to see Teacher Wen, I didn't expect to disturb the teacher's meal."
I really can't seem to be embarrassed at all.
Wen Siheng actually said "hmm", confirming that the other party had disturbed him with his polite words.
If Wen Siheng is a master-level being who is at ease in the social arena, then this cute girl must be an Oscar-winning actress who has perfected her speaking skills.
The cute girl's expression did not change, and her sweet smile always hung on her face.
"Thanks to Teacher Wen's kindness, I am lucky enough to join his research group."
"I have read many of your teacher's articles before, and I have to say that he had such extraordinary insights when he was a graduate student. I am really disappointed."
A burst of rainbow fart offensive made Jian Anran's hair stand on end, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.
Is she the leader of the Kua Kua group?
"After all, the views are too common and the article cannot be published."
Facing the goblin's pressing step by step, Wen Siheng remained calm and unshakable. On Journey to the West, Jian Anran had to curtsy and shout, "Are you an elder from the Eastern Land of the Tang Dynasty?"
"Uncle also often praises the teacher a lot, and often tells me to learn more from the teacher." Mengmei added.
"Say hello to Professor Xiang for me when you have time, and I'll see you at the next team meeting."
The second eviction order has been issued, and the other party has to leave reluctantly.
Professor Xiang? Such a familiar name, Jian Anran seems to have heard it somewhere.
"That's Professor Xiang, the deputy dean of our college."
"That is the niece of the vice dean, a first-year graduate student in my research group."
Jian Anran pursed her lips slightly subconsciously, a little annoyed, feeling that she could not hide any little thoughts from the other party.
A wizard who knows how to read minds.
If this were the case in medieval Europe, Wen Siheng would have been burned countless times.
"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
The topic that had long been derailed and gone to the southern hemisphere was finally brought back to the railway track by Jian Anran.
"Do you know where your household registration book is?" The wizard tapped his fingertips on the table twice.
